----Examples.My first "Real" man was my father, and his manliness was asserted bycoming home drunk and beating his wife and daughter on a regular basi....As ashamed as I am to admit it, the happiest day in my young life waswhen he died from a stress induced heart attack when I was thirteen.Maybe the fact that he died while beating my mother so bad she requiredweeks of hospitalization was enough to salve any grief I might have knownotherwise.----My second "Real" man was this nice, sweet basketball. I paused in the living room to look at the photos he’d arranged artfully on the wall. There was one of him hugging a pretty redhead and as I studied it, I noticed there were matching bands on their ring fingers. I turned away almost guiltily for some reason, and saw Drew watching me. He gave me a small smile. ‘My wife,’ he said quietly, moving next to me and looking at the picture. ‘She passed away.’ I swallowed. ‘God, Drew, I am so sorry. I had no idea.’ ‘It’s okay,’ he said, nodding. ‘I don’t. She was wanting to know where she was at. I looked over the map, trying my best to figure it out, when I noticed a blue area on it. Could this be water? I made up my mind that it must have been and started looking around to see if I could find any. Then I remembered we were on a bridge and looked over the edge. Sure enough, there was a frozen river below us. To my great surprise, I was actually able to figure out where we were. Even so, there was a certain address she was looking for, which. He comes back and pushes me back on the bed kissing me. I see him open another condom packet. In fear, I close my thighs to protect myself. But he pushes his knee between them to open my legs… he holds my arms down and literally feasts on my nipples…I spread my legs again he positions his cock to enter me… with one deep stroke, the whole length of his black cock is inside me. He starts with slow thrusts first. A wave of pleasure engulfs me as I can see his manly sweaty body fucking me in the.